Pull this blanket off of me
Maybe it'll help me see
The things I believed to be true
I'm paying for what should be free
But I don't buy what they're telling me
And I want to believe in you
It's hard sticking to your guns
When everybody's having fun
Makes me want to run, I don't know what to do
Not everything is what it seems
Maybe these boys don't have dreams
I can't blame them some dreams are worse than the truth
All right, good night
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